Nothing sings in the water of words but the colour of a biseled whisper drifting, languid, from the flute of wind…
And I hear, upon the lips that caress of ocre essence lulling sap in tender green and modulations that will come, again and always when the kiss blooms and the leaf awakens in echo of flower on this fluidity.
I cannot resist it…
And I drink the sonata that slumbers within the secret concentric murmured to the autumnal skin of this unutterable colour.
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Fall softly to the ground.
Air of magic dances and weaves
The notes of autumn's sound.
©2005 Joseph* ~ OneLight*®
Your Autumn Sonata sings, to all the senses,
the beauty of this wonderful season.
Love,
Joseph
Felix
Splendid capture of photo and autumn's song--perfection!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
photo to perfection. Splendid combination!
Love,
Eileen